Saturday, I scooted out to see Mr Gus and get him started on his Power Pack. God he's cute. Just the cutest. And really he isn't even that rude about his paste. My mares always give me a huge stink eye when they see a large syringe, then refuse to accept treats afterward as though I have severely violated their trust and they will never (ever) accept another food offering from me again after that horrid, horrid, paste.
Gus however, does not hold grudges. He scrunched up his nose with his wormer but then immediately sought out more treats. I suppose his theory is that most things I give him are delicious, so the paste must have been a fluke and certainly the next food offering will be delicious.
Anyway, walked him around, gave him some grass, and turned him out to enjoy the sunshine on his own before zooming down to see Prair.
|Not looks as ribby as he does in my mind... thankfully|
Also, I really can't emphasize how well groomed Prair is. HLL buffs that mare to a SHINE. It's insane. She's soft and glossy and all trimmed up, which is more than I can say for my own efforts when I'm the one in charge of the elbow grease...
|Sleepy, Shiny, Happy.|
Looking forward to completing a comparison of where we are relative to our outing at this show last year..